Married At Sixteen

As a diplomat my father was stationed all over the place. When I was in the ninth grade we were stationed in Guatemala, which was having a lot of social problems at the time. I went to an English speaking school and made friends with a boy who's mother was American. He touched me, like right there. So I touched him, right there. Neither one of us removed our hands, we just stared at each other. I didn't realize that his, hmm hmm, was going to start getting hard, and much realized that my hmm, hmm was going to start sweating. He was hard and I had his hmm, hmm in my hand, and he had his hand in my hmm, hmm and he was kissing me with tongue. I opened my legs without realizing it and his finger went it up to his knuckles. It wasn't long before I was sitting on a table with my legs wide open and he was standing in front of me poking his hmm, hmm right in my hole.

Well, I was a girl who had been taught to share what I was going through with my mother. Not my father, that was my mother's job to tell him. I told her, sitting on my bed, that he had stuck his finger in me, and then his hmm, hmm all the way in. My mother wasn't wild, she didn't say loud things. She did say she was disappointed with me, but my father wasn't going to take this sitting down. And I had to tell him, she would be there with me, but I had to tell him that a boy had taken me and I was walking around with his sperm in me. If I got pregnant, I could only expect one thing. And she took me to my father who had to ask a man he was meeting with to leave.

It was not easy, in fact it is the hardest thing I ever told my father. My father's reaction was typical him, "I'm going to kill him". He was called for a meeting with my father. My father met him in the den, which was a big dark room for men only. The only time a woman went in was to clean, or serve him and his guests. My mother and I waited outside. We didn't hear any yelling, or anything like ''I'm going to kill you". When he walked out he was as white as a sheet.

That same weekend there was a dance at the country club. I had never been given permission to go in a car with a boy. This time I had no choice, from now on I rode with him, the men who looked after me rode in a car behind us. For the ride to the country club he was quiet, very respectful. I asked questions, and I got yes and no for answers. At the dance he held me apart from him, like dancing with a stick figure. It was only on the way back to our house that he told me what my father had said to him.

I was never allowed to date anyone else, or even think about another boy. I was engaged, and I got married as soon as I turned 16. I found out what a honeymoon was, and he made sure that he took full advantage of it. I never walked the same again.